portland.
January 24, 2011 | 10:59 PM
曲：我愛你 - 盧廣仲
the amount of homework as we head into midterm week is kind of making my days busier than ever. Now, besides to usual school stuff I have to mug for midterms in the library after school. Yes I know exchange students can slack a bit, but I just cannot bring myself to slack too much, seeing that I'm doing two Linguistic modules.
Portland was such an amazing experience; its the first time I've been to a city and felt like I could live there in the future. People were nice, streets were gorgeous, buildings were awe-inspiring and everything felt just perfect. And finally finally I understood why pro sports are played and supported the way they are - the NBA game was so good we all feel like going back for another game. Being the skeptic I am I know it wouldn't be as exciting as this first one, but I didn't want to burst everyone's bubble. It was just exhilarating, the game we watched. I don't think I can explain how it felt to be in the Rose Garden Arena with the other 20, 559 fans cheering for one team.
I finally heard Kernkraft 400 at a real live game, and they really do play Vengaboys and YMCA when we're winning. They really do clap and shout DE-FENSE everytime the Pacers go into offense, and amazingly, the section we were sitting in won something during 3rd Quarter break cause a little boy on the court was representing us in the basketball bowling game. HIgh-fives and hugs all around. And when the Blazers finally took the lead in the 4th Quarter we went crazy. Imagine if the whole of Hall 12 was there, I think it would have been great. =D
At the Greyhound station while waiting for the bus back to Seattle I just suddenly thought about the people around us, with their duffel bags and tickets clutched in their hands. Everyone was going back to Seattle, but we all had a different reason for being in Portland. Not everyone had the best two days of their lives in the States like us; they all had different stories to tell. I guess that was why I chose to do media in the first place, so that I could find out and tell those stories. I almost forgot that already. Just one of the many thoughts on the 3-hour journey back.
velda.
